Chapter 87
He entered her room from the open window like he had done during the past several days. He saw she was already in bed but not asleep. Because as soon as his toes touched the floor, she turned in bed to greet him with a smile and widened her arms open, calling him. He jumped onto the bed right from where he was standing and landed close to her. Her extended hand pulled back and she rested her head on it while turning to face him fully.
While he was busy taking notice of her night dress, which was nothing really but one of his plain white shirts, she traced a finger along the side of his face as she asked him, "What took you so long?"
"The lights in the room upstairs are still not out. I waited for a bit but then I was like what the heck...I'm meeting my fiance. I shouldn't be scared." He moved closer to hold her around the waist as he added, "Besides, my fiance is in my team. So even if I get caught, I know I'll be fine. Right?"
She pulled away his hand that was fondling her breasts as she said "Don't be so sure. I might just turn you over."
"Oh really? And why would you do that?" He said, his pulled away hand now replaced by his face. He slid a bit lower to bring his face in line with her breasts while his hands moved inside her shirt in the back.
"Because..." she started to say but couldn't continue when she felt his teeth rip open a button on the top, his tongue moving up and down the valley of her breasts.
Her back arched on a moan and she pulled herself away from him. He looked up to see her eyes closed and her head fallen back. He brought one of his hands to hold her breast close to his mouth as he asked, "Because?"
"Because..." she started again but he bit her around her nipple through her shirt...and the pain was much more than he had intended, given she wasn't wearing any bra. Had she been fully aroused, she would not have screamed, alarming the others in the house, but apparently she wasn't.
He covered her mouth with his hand when she screamed, hoping he had done that in time, but it was late. A knock sounded on the door a few moments later and they heard from outside the door, "Simran, are you alright?"
Instead of just answering from inside, she thought it better to open the door to let his father's wife make sure she was indeed fine. Just as she put on a robe and opened the door, after hiding Aditya in the bathroom, she felt disgusted at what met her eyes. They had probably not expected her to open her door, because she saw her father standing behind his wife, feeling her up.
He stood there frozen for a moment before he pulled his hands off of her. At least he had that decency, she thought. She looked at her father before looking at his wife. Either she was deliberately trying not to hide the smirk or was simply bad at it, whichever was the case, Simran noticed it on her face. She saw her peek into her room and fix her gaze on something as her smirk widened. She turned around and saw Aditya's shoes laying on the floor...and in an instant she realized she knew he was here. After mentally preparing herself, Simran turned around to face her more boldly for the questions that were to follow, but she saw her give her a flying kiss as she brought her fathers hand up to stroke her breasts again. "I'm fine." she bit out before slamming the door on her face.
She stood there holding the door knob for several moments, trying to control the rage that had risen in her...and was still rising. Aditya had managed to see what had happened in the reflection on the window. Just as he put his hand on her shoulder, she turned around and threw her arms around him.
He held her tightly as she cried out, "I cannot take it any longer. Take me away...please take me away..." He took her to bed and lay close, holding her helplessly till she fell asleep...all the while trying to figure out how to put her out of her misery.
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